American PoetryPercy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - 721 pages |
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... poems by William Cullen Bryant are used by permission of D. Appleton & Company . The selections from the writings of ... poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne are used by permission of Lothrop , Lee Shepard Co. The poems of Sidney Lanier are ...
... poems by William Cullen Bryant are used by permission of D. Appleton & Company . The selections from the writings of ... poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne are used by permission of Lothrop , Lee Shepard Co. The poems of Sidney Lanier are ...
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... poems should be observable as an index both to the progress of American poetry and to the progressions of American ... poem by the eighteenth century Lewis ; by Mr. Frank M. Webster , in the writing of the criticism on Anne Bradstreet ...
... poems should be observable as an index both to the progress of American poetry and to the progressions of American ... poem by the eighteenth century Lewis ; by Mr. Frank M. Webster , in the writing of the criticism on Anne Bradstreet ...
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... poets to the lurch By fulminations of the church , Mark in our title - page our crimes , Find heresies in double ... poem , some of the clergy , who supposed them- selves the objects of the satire , raised a clamor against the author ...
... poets to the lurch By fulminations of the church , Mark in our title - page our crimes , Find heresies in double ... poem , some of the clergy , who supposed them- selves the objects of the satire , raised a clamor against the author ...
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... Poems in London 1 December , 1775 Pleased with the vision of a deathless name , You seek perhaps a flowery road to ... poem were supplied by the author in the edition of 1820. ) And opening prospects charm the wan- d'ring eyes , While ...
... Poems in London 1 December , 1775 Pleased with the vision of a deathless name , You seek perhaps a flowery road to ... poem were supplied by the author in the edition of 1820. ) And opening prospects charm the wan- d'ring eyes , While ...
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... poem was first published in the volume of poems put out in 1821 . " The Growth of Thanatopsis , " by Carl Van Doren , The Nation , October 7 , 1915 . To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain ...
... poem was first published in the volume of poems put out in 1821 . " The Growth of Thanatopsis , " by Carl Van Doren , The Nation , October 7 , 1915 . To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain ...
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Page 431 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 535 - Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,...
Page 167 - Shalt thou retire alone — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 167 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 234 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 431 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Page 330 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 195 - May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its...
Page 254 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 235 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...